Neji Okamura hesitated for a moment and then said: "Secondly, I heard that you have a special agent team called the "Mashiko Advance Team" under your command.
Moreover, this special agent team is well-trained and is good at carrying out special operations deep behind enemy lines. I hope to second this team for a period of time."
"Masuko advancing team?" Iwamatsu Yoshio was slightly surprised.
For some reason, although "special operations" was not recognized by major Japanese military leaders during this period, the Japanese commanders in Shanxi seemed to have a soft spot for special operations.
There was the previous commander Yoshio Shinozuka's Yamamoto Special Forces, and the current commander Yoshio Iwamatsu also had a Masuko advance team.
The combat characteristics of this Masuko advance team are the same as those of the Yamamoto special agent team, and they especially like to carry out sneak attacks.
The three radar stations of the Tianliantai Militia Group that were blown up a few days ago were their work.
Iwamatsu Yoshio did not expect that even Neji Okamura, who was far away in Peiping, knew the name of this unit and asked them to be seconded by name.
He hesitated for a moment and then asked: "Your Excellency Okamura, the number of Masuko's advancing troops is less than 200, and their role in the frontal battlefield is very limited. What are you..."
Okamura Neiji thought for a while and decided to tell him the truth: "Iwasatsu-kun, you should know that the Americans bombed Tokyo two months ago, right?"
Yoshio Iwamatsu nodded.
The first half of 1942 was the time when the Japanese were at their most arrogant in history. Malaysia, Indonesia, and Myanmar were successively occupied by the Japanese army.
In addition, the Japanese army had just launched a sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, and the huge Japanese combined fleet was roaming everywhere in the Pacific. The American fleet could only temporarily avoid the attack, and the world anti-fascist alliance fell into a low ebb for a while.
However, Americans are not easy to mess with. Under Roosevelt's promotion, on April 18, 1942, US Air Force Colonel Doolittle led 16 B-25 bombers to take off from the USS Wasp aircraft carrier in the Pacific Ocean.
These 16 aircraft arrived in Japan after flying a total of 1,200 kilometers and dropped 16 tons of bombs and incendiary bombs.
The purpose of this bombing was to let the Japanese people directly experience the war.
Coincidentally, the bombing scene was witnessed by the Japanese Emperor in the palace courtyard.
Seeing the fires burning in more than ten places in Tokyo, Hirohito was frightened to the point of peeing.
The emperor was frightened, and the people below him naturally made a fuss.
That night, Shunroku Hata received a report from the 11th Army that a plane had hit water in the Yangtze River northwest of Nanchang. The five crew members on board had parachuted out in advance and had been captured. They were all big-nosed Americans.
After interrogation, it was learned that the Americans dispatched 16 fighter planes and a total of 80 people.
Soon, the entire 15th Division stationed in Zhejiang was dispatched to frantically capture the remaining American pilots.
But it was too late. The remaining American pilots had already parachuted out, and most of them were rescued by the New Fourth Army guerrillas and the National Government Army guerrillas in Zhejiang. Now these people are hiding in every corner of Zhejiang.
Although the Japanese army had occupied Zhejiang, due to the lack of troops, both the Kuomintang and the Eighth Route Army guerrillas were active in this area.
After learning that most American planes made an emergency landing in Zhejiang, Lieutenant General Naotsugu Sakai, commander of the 15th Japanese Division stationed in Zhejiang, was in trouble for a while.
The terrain of Zhejiang is complex, with rivers and mountains everywhere. Even if he sends out the entire 15th Division, he will only be able to find a needle in a haystack. He might even be attacked by guerrillas and suffer heavy losses.
Finally, Naoji Sakai thought of something circulating in the Japanese military circles. The First Army stationed in Shanxi had a unit that was good at mountain special operations. He immediately thought of his senior and fellow villager Neiji Okamura, and this was how Neji Okamura came to be.
The second thing brought up.
After listening to Okamura Neji's words, Iwamatsu Yoshio didn't think much and agreed directly. It was just a small unit equivalent to a squadron, so he just gave it.
"Yoshi..."
Seeing Yoshio Iwamatsu agreeing so happily, Neji Okamura patted his shoulder with great relief.
"Iwamatsu-kun, although it is difficult to retain your position as commander of the First Army, I can still entrust my friends in Tokyo to take good care of you after returning home."
"Then please excuse me, Commander."
Yoshio Iwamatsu, who knew that he would eventually leave, also looked away. At least he no longer had to stay here to face Yu Laiyue's powerful Rendai militia. This problem would be left to his successors to have a headache.
What Okamura Neji and Iwamatsu Yoshio didn't know was that while they were discussing this matter, several uninvited guests also came to the Liantai County Militia Headquarters hundreds of kilometers away.
"Sir Yan, why are you here?"
This time it was none other than Yan Xishan, the commander-in-chief of the World War II zone. Moreover, this time he did not come alone, but brought several people with him.
Seeing Yan Xishan's arrival, both Gao Hongming and Master Liu were all surprised.
But no matter what he thought in his heart, Yan Xishan was the highest officer in the Second War Zone, and everyone quickly stepped forward to salute him.
After not seeing him for a year, Yan Xishan still looks like a rich man, and his smiling expression is particularly charming.
"Child of the Gao family, what are you talking about? Liantai County is my hometown, why can't the old man come here?" Upon hearing this, Yan Xishan's eyes widened and he pretended to be angry.
"Sir, what are you saying? How dare I stop you?"
Gao Hongming said helplessly: "But you have also seen that there are now 60,000 to 70,000 troops gathered around our small Liantai County. The war is about to break out. If you are here, we really can't guarantee your safety."
Hearing this, Yan Xishan not only sighed.
"Baby Gao, it's been more than two years since you established the Liantai Militia, and you haven't stopped. You're either fighting the Japanese or on the way to fight the Japanese. Can't you stop?"
Gao Hongming frowned and said: "Shibo Mingjian, as the saying goes, the hatred of killing my father is irreconcilable. I established the Liantai Militia with only one purpose, and that is to kill Japanese devils, and keep killing Japanese devils.
I'm not afraid to say something arrogant, not only will I kill here, I will also lead an army to fight in Tokyo in the future, so that the little devils can also have a taste of my power!"
"you……"
Seeing Gao Hongming who dared to contradict him in public, Yan Xishan originally wanted to get angry, but when he thought of Gao Hongming calling him uncle, his heart softened and he waved his hands angrily.
"Forget it, old man, I owed you a debt in my previous life. Not only did I help you wipe your butt from time to time, but I still have to be angry with you. Who am I to reason with you?"
Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but marvel. Gao Hongming, the leader of a small militia group, actually dared to contradict the commander of the theater in public. No one else had the courage.
However, everyone was surprised by Yan Xishan's attitude towards Gao Hongming, but they could also understand that people in this era had such a strong sense of place that future generations would not be able to imagine.
Especially families like Yan Xishan and the Gao family, which have been rooted in the local area for hundreds of years, have long formed an intricate relationship with each other. There is no doubt about the depth of the relationship. From this point, Gao Hongming called Yan Xishan Shibo, and the other party did not object.